You Be the Fire Dragon, I'll Be Sean

The group in front of them consisted of students from various grades in Newmontgard, but judging from their appearances, they didn't seem to know each other very well.

The four people stood apart. The third-grade girl had a calm expression, but she kept looking at the others, as if she wanted to ask for their opinions or something.

Patricia Delansal, whom he had met before, stood at the front, staring at Sean with excitement. Even though the blond fat man was on the dueling platform, he was still chewing food, and his eyes, squeezed into slits by his fat, were unreadable.

The youngest second-grade boy, wearing a fancy top hat, was cutting a gold-rimmed deck of cards while staring at Sean's legs, his eyes blinking much faster than normal.

"Sean Wallerup," Sean introduced himself first as a sign of politeness.

"Sean, we already know each other, hehe." Delansal acted as if they were old friends.

"But we're not close enough to call each other by our first names, Miss Delansal," Sean said, pursing his lips.

"Hugo Barbarossa, hey buddy, I didn't expect to be facing you. Can you use that Explosion Charm you used the other day? I can offer you the most delicious hot dog in all of Newmontgard as payment." The fat man interrupted their conversation, his face full of anticipation.

Looking at the other person's physique, Sean didn't doubt the guy's ability to appraise food. However, the other person was a fanatical wizard of the Explosion Charm?

In the history of Wizarding World, there was once an organization that called itself the Explosion Cult. They were passionate about all spells related to explosions, and many spells in later generations were modified by them. Later, the Founders was killed by his own explosion while modifying a certain Explosion Charm, and the Explosion Cult disappeared.

"We're here to duel, not to party," the third-year girl reminded her teammate, then looked at Sean and said, "Savannah Minsk, third-year student, it's an honor to duel with you, Mr. Wallop."

He seemed like a normal person... Sean's gaze shifted to the last boy, who was also the only person his age present.

"Ian Teach," the boy spoke rapidly, "I'm your admirer! I was there the whole time you were dueling that day! My God, what beautiful Illusion Charm and Disillusionment Charm! By the way! Your methods of diverting the enemy's attention were also very clever! It's a pleasure to meet you. Oh, could you please avoid my hat when you're going to attack? It's my favorite hat, and I don't want it to get damaged—but I put it on immediately when I found out I was dueling with you, as a sign of my respect!"

"Oh... thank you... I'll try to avoid it if I can..." Sean raised an eyebrow. When did he become a 'fan' of Newmontgard?

"A weirdo duo..." He immediately concluded. The group in front of him didn't seem to be here for a duel at all; he felt like he was just an object of observation.

"Both sides step back to the side of the platform and prepare for the duel." Professor Goodman, acting as the referee, waved his hand.

"Same old plan, Hugo will lead the attack, Patricia and I will coordinate, Ian will handle the disruption," Minsk said.

But the others didn't take her words to heart at all.

They were busy discussing how to get closer to Sean.

"When it comes to food, no one can resist delicious food!"

"That's you. I think we can exchange knowledge for it. I still have a few spellbooks, although they're all obscure spells, but Sean should like them, right?"

"A magnificent top hat can break down anyone's defenses."

"Damn it..." Minsk groaned. Why were his teammates already thinking about how to appease their enemy?

Is this what Professor Grindelwald meant by "power will emerge on its own"?

The four of them were merely 'acquaintances' before the match, but Grindelwald brought them together. Minsk knew that the other three, like himself, had come for a certain purpose.

Professor Grindelwald said they would get what they wanted... but there's no sign of it yet...

Because of that boy across from him? Minsk looked up at Sean, who was gently stroking the ring on his hand, lost in thought.

As a smart person, Minsk would never deny Sean's excellence, but she also found it hard to understand why a second-year wizard could give her, and all four of them, what they wanted.

She didn't know about the other three, but Minsk knew exactly what she wanted: power—power without any compromise or limitations. She didn't want to be like her family, always having to act according to others' wishes.

On the other side, Sean had a strange expression on his face as a sound suddenly rang out beside him.

"This is your template for practicing spells, Sean, like this— Disillusionment Charm that no one will notice." Grindelwald's voice suddenly rang out beside him, even though no one was around.

"..." Sean was speechless for a moment. Why did Grindelwald hide next to him?!

"The key to the Disillusionment Charm is to manipulate magic so that different amounts of magic are applied to different parts of the body according to the body shape and corresponding movements."

Sean's lips twitched slightly, and he whispered, "While I appreciate your instruction, is it really necessary to have a lesson at this time, sir..."

"Just mentioning it casually. Progress requires constant learning." Grindelwald's tone was relaxed. "Oh, right, I'm here to relieve you from going down. In the corner of the room just now, twist the right hand of the armor on the shelf, and there's a passage down there. Hmm, I've prepared a nice nest for you so that you can feel more immersed when you appear as Fire Dragon later."

"Isn't this a bit unnecessary..." Sean said helplessly. "Besides, sir, what do you mean by having me go down?"

"Is it hard to understand? Your next identity is the Hungarian Horntail, but Sean Wallerup himself can't disappear."

"No way, sir..." Sean had already guessed what the other person was thinking.

The other person wants to look like me?

"Isn't my plan perfect?" Grindelwald's voice was filled with excitement.

"... Excuse my bluntness, sir, but it's very naive..."

"Sean, this is fun! Being the principal and turning into a student, dueling with your own kids—ha! How interesting!"

At that moment, Professor Goodman, standing in the center of the dueling ring, had already raised his wand.

Both sides bowed.

Sean bowed deeply and said to the air beside him, "Please, sir, don't use my identity to do anything strange, okay?"

"I assure you, my child, ha—"

Sean didn't find the old man's words very credible...

"The duel begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the opposing four immediately raised their wands. Although they looked excited, they were still very cautious about the duel.

"Dusandation!" A voice rang out beside Sean as he raised his wand, and Grindelwald quickly uttered the spell.

"Boom!" The same Dust Charm, but with a completely different effect!

Sean's Dust Charm, when combined with the terrain, could obscure vision, but Grindelwald's spell directly summoned a massive tornado!

The surrounding soil, rocks, and even small pieces of rock were swept into the sky. Not the dueling arena, but the entire stands were covered in dust!

Sean was in the eye of the storm, and this was the only place that could be considered a 'pure land'.

His lips twitched violently, then he looked to the side.

Sure enough, Grindelwald's figure appeared out of thin air.

"A nice spell?" he smiled.

Sean chuckled dryly, "Quite good, sir..."

"Alright, you should go and finish your mission. See you later."

Sean hesitated for a moment, then sighed and cast the Disillusionment Charm before heading back to the Common Room.

"Mr. Grindelwald, please remember, I'm only in second grade!" he said one last time, turning back to give a final reminder.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional when it comes to disguise." Grindelwald's body had already begun to twist.

Hopefully...

Amidst the billowing dust, everyone on the wooden stands covered their eyes and noses.

"Sean has improved the Dust Curse again?" Hermione pulled out a pair of glasses from somewhere and put them on her nose. She squinted at the dueling platform, but couldn't see anything.

Daisy, who was standing next to her and wearing the same style of glasses, covered her mouth and nose and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know, but if it's Sean, it seems pretty normal?"

On the dueling platform, the four of them never expected the Dust Charm to be so powerful. They stood back to back and then cast the Shield Charm in front of them.

"What the hell... He held back on the day of the duel?" In the sandstorm, Hugo stood at the front, bearing most of the dust.

"He can detect spells, so be careful on defense!" Minsk shouted.

However, no spells flew towards them until the dust settled.

Their vision finally cleared up a bit, and the group raised their wands to look at where Sean had been standing.

There was a circle there, spotless and without a speck of dust, Sean Wallerup stood within it, smiling.

"What is he trying to do..." The group became alert and quickly cleared away the rocks and other objects around them.

"Gentlemen, how about we make a bet?" Sean said with a smile.

He stood there casually, his wand twirling in his hand.

"Oh? Tell me about it?" Except for Minsk, the other three people became interested.

"For example," Sean tossed his wand high into the air and caught it again, "If I win, how about you do me a favor?"

"Interesting..." Patricia licked her lips, her wild face showing excitement. "And what if you lose?"

"Lost?" Sean frowned as he pondered.

Suddenly, his smile grew brighter and brighter.

Is it possible?

A vast expanse of blue flames surged up wildly!

There will be more chapters later.